I heard a voice calmly speak into my ear, with tone of poison to it, just because I heard it, doesn't mean I understood it. What I did understand, was I still couldn't breathe, and its been about 15 seconds since I saw the man smirk at me. The voice behind me started to become louder as he addressed the man in blue who was now filled with hesitation. A monolog began and I didn't even understand it so I was feeling quite uncomfortable, I was looking at the man's green eyes hoping he would move to help but it seems me being held as a hostage prevented him from moving completely.
Realizing that this man wouldn't do anything to help me, and the man preventing me from breathing somehow was going to let me continue to not breathe, I decided I'd help myself. The black haired man began moving dramatically, lecturing the blue suited man on morals perhaps? With his left hand still on my shoulder, he crouched down, grabbed his hair which seemed to magically stiffened into a knife like shape, and gracefully brought it to my neck as he put his face next to mine. Approximately 30 seconds have passed since I stopped breathing, and I my mind hit the panic button, Fight or Flight as school used to put it.
I leaned my body away from his face, keeping my feet planted, his hand moved from my shoulder to my face and tugged me back towards his. Contrary to his expectations, thanks to him I gained more forced than I would have had originally to headbutt him right in the left side of his head. He leaned right in recoil and I jumped up as high as I could to stomp hard on his big toe on his left foot with both of my feet. This one didn't seem to bother him as much as I thought it would, but I guess it wouldn't for a man who was slammed in a building to be bothered by maybe 40 pounds on his toe.
His eyes glared at me again, this time in both anger and disbelief, but I was able to breathe. Which felt so much better than the fear he was trying to make me feel. He stood up and now looked even more intimidating than before. Now that he wasn't crumpled on the ground or kneeling behind me I guessed he was about 5'10 (177.8 cm). This worked in my advantage, because my next move was a running charge of my head straight into his balls. Probably not the safest idea I've had, nor the most appropriate sight for people to see of a grown man and a child, but it sure as hell was effective.
A groan left the man as he leaned over in pain. I was debating whether or not I should have headbutted him as he was in a position that I could have, but after seeing his hair still in his hand however, I chose to run to the blue suited man. In the middle of my dash to him, he rushed past me and a sound resembling a thunderclap echoed in the alley, I felt vibrations in my chest. I turned around to see the red-eyed man face down in an impact crater with the blue eyed man's foot on his face.
"What the fuck just happened?" I asked out loud, not expecting an answer. 'Since when the fuck are there super heroes on Earth? How come no one has ever mentioned this before? There's no way this city could just be that well hidden from the rest of the world, just where am I?'
My words caught the attention of the the blonde hero who turned and walked to me. He kneeled in front of me and pulled out a rag from seemingly no where and held it out to me.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked hoping he might be bilingual.
"Ave et non ba." he said in a soothing voice. 'I have no fucking clue what that means.' instead of trying to figure out what he was saying I tilted my head and gave him a look of curiosity. This action brought about a pain in my neck again and caused me to flinch, I brought my hand to my neck and felt it was wet. Looking down at my hand there was a scary amount of blood on it, 'Adrenaline is terrifying.' I thought.
The man watching me decided to just place the rag on my neck for me instead of letting me watch myself bleed. It hurt but I knew it was out of the need to make sure I wouldn't die. The man gave me a few strong wipes and then examined my neck, he gave me a thumbs up and then tied the rag around me neck, it was a bit tight but I had no reason to complain. He turned his head and brought his right hand to his right ear and began speaking. I just sat and waited seeing as how there was nothing else I could do and held my own neck ignoring the pain as much as I could.
The man must have thought I was doing fine because he went back to the man in gray to apprehend him I assumed. However shortly after waiting I don't think I held my neck tight enough because I don't remember what happened after that.